|Mother, wife, gamer. IG: Drakon805 Anxiety/social anxiety/depression/chronic pain/migraine sufferer|
Drowning under waves of sadness and pain. Heartache engulfing my very being.
My thoughts clasped to the memory of us.
My arms reaching into the darkness.
Searching for any hope of rescue.
Slowly fading into the loneliness.
This never-ending sense of loss.
The sudden disconnect of what used to be.
Darkness engulfing me, drowning in waves of sobbing and tears.
My hand clasped in yours, reaching for answers to bring you back to me.
Faith came to your rescue, our miracle would come 19 days later.
You are here with me now because of one simple question, "Do you do anything different with her that you didn't do with the other children?"
I thought he had rescued me, but he decided to fling me into heartache.
The arms that once held me pushed me away.
I keep reaching through this darkness while the waves of his memory wash over me.
They keep engulfing me, drowning me.
He hid the fork of his lie filled tongue, his words flying through my thoughts.
My heartbeat no longer clasped to his as he disappeared back into the universe.
He has left me stranded for eternity in this lonely and dark world.
The expression on your face said more
than what came from your lips.
The sharp pain of betrayal left its
impression on my heart.
Your expression of Love broke me.
Your lips forever poisoned by your actions.
Your words cut sharp and deep.
Your selfishness leaving an impression of untrust within me.
Lips on lips, as an expression of Love.
His love left a lasting impression on my heart.
Now unending sharp pains and heartache feel my body.
Chapped lips, dehydrated, overheated.
Sharp pains of a migraine untreated.
The impressions of the heat have always left me hate-filled.
In the heat, my facial expressions are never those of feeling thrilled.
I hold an angry expression upon my face.
everywhere I go I always feel so out of place.
My lips rarely form a smile.
I have been like this for quite a while.
I seem to always leave a lasting impression.
No one really sees my anxiety and depression.
Some days my tongue is sharp like a knife. It cuts and tears at my reflection of my life.
oh, this sharp pain I get in my chest.
My heart aching for you beneath my breast.
You left a lasting impression, and imprint on my aching heart.
My lips wishing yours would never part from them.
My heart still beating as an expression of Love.
Knowing you and I were destined to be by the powers above.
This journey we call life, leading us down new and different paths. The paths we choose are always changing, always evolving and almost always hard. We, sometimes, make it through to see the next challenge before us. As we walk our chosen path, like a stray dog looking for the right way to go. Some paths will bring joy, some pain, some love and some tears. Yet, we continue through the path we have chosen never knowing how long it will take or if it will suddenly end. Choose your path wisely, appreciate the views before you and never forget the paths that have gotten you this far.
I wish for a perfect end to this night.
To be in your arms once more.
To feel your hands gently moving along my curves.
Kissing my body as you slide down.
Your hands gripping my thick thighs.
Your teeth marks imprinted in my flesh.
Your tongue playing gently between my legs.
Moaning as you tease me with your fingers.
Your hot breath on my skin.
Spreading my legs wider only to tease me more.
You know how loud I can be.
You know the neighbors can hear me.
You love to hear me moan and scream in pleasure.
You kiss me hard as you force yourself into me.
You like to be rough with me.
You love to choke me until I climax again.
You bite my neck before you forcefully turn me.
On my hands and knees you...
The sun began to fade behind the horizon. Red, orange and yellow fill the sky overhead. The colors temporarily painting the pavement at the train station. On a bench sits an abandoned book. People passing by take a quick look at the cover as they rush by. The book hoped the dream of someone turning each page in awe of it's story within would soon come true. The fear of fading out of existence was creeping in as the book sat on the bench waiting, begging in silence for someone to pick it up.
The pain in my chest, where my heart used to be, is burning and tearing at my insides.
The face of the pain is in the monstrous ways I have been treated.
Feeling damned by the horror in my mind, my thoughts so dark.
I lost hope of salvation when I lost the one, my last chance faded away with him.
His essence released back into the universe, leaving me behind to grasp at memories.
My thoughts are caught spinning and turning to the memories we shared.
The darkness surrounds me, the light that once saved me has burned out forever.
I am alone with these thoughts, dark and sinister filling my head with words and images.
This pain is endless, as endless as my thoug...
I want to feel your naked body next to mine.
I want to feel our bodies intertwined.
From the front to the back and side to side.
Until we switch our position, 69.
You always wait for yours until I get mine.
Your tongue is skilled and beyond devine.
Your fingers on my body, touching bare skin.
Fingers between my thighs, not ready to end.
You bring me to climax, inhibition free.
I want to feel your raw release inside of me.
I can feel you inside of me, it's been so long.
My dreams, replaying like a beautiful song.
You touched my heart and chiseled my mind.
Even through death we keep a tight bind.
When you see a single female, barbecuing for one, that is not an invitation for conversation. Especially when that single female has her headphones on, a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. You can see she is lost in thought, writing something as she sits alone waiting for her dinner to finish on the grill. You don't need to walk up to her and ask what she's making for dinner or ask her where her man is. I was not aware a man was needed to barbecue. I am pretty sure interrupting her thought process while she was writing was annoying enough. Only to have the audacity to insinuate she needs a man. I am sorry to break it to you but most women can be the hunter/gatherer'...
You say your words come from inspiration.
Everyone can tell they are for recognition.
We hear the desperation in the things you write.
All we read is SEE ME, KEEP ME IN YOUR SIGHT.
You are hoping for a like, a shout-out, a repost.
You enjoy the comments and fake love the most.
You have lost your words in others works.
Just be yourself and know your worth.
Your mind is not a prison of thought.
Learn to teach, not just be taught.
Spill that ink with your own curves and lines.
Wrap your words in our heads like ropes and vines.
Let go of your doubts and your fears.
Stand beside your friends and peers.
Write your story the way only you can.
Share your words written with your own hand.
You left my mind spinning in circles, wondering what I did so wrong.
You damned my heart to eternal pain and dispair, I have been suffering for so long.
You showed me your angelic side while your monstrous side was tearing me apart, your truth hid your lies.
There is no salvation for me in sight, you were a true devil in disguise.
You imprinted yourself on my heart like swirls in marble.
Your painted your lies in my head like a true artist.
The memories of you are still swimming through my veins.
Your confidence and talent were almost priceless, you broke me in the end.
This girl came to me 2 years ago. Her owner was always upset that she would be on my lap and loving up on me. All summer long she would be on my lap as I typed away on my keyboard. Less than a year later her owner was evicted and left this poor girl and her brother behind. They both moved in one rainy day. Her brother decided he wanted to live with another family and since he was 16 years old he pretty much did what he wanted. He still loves with them, I see him from time to time.
This girl does not like most people. She is very picky about who can touch her or even just get close to her. She is going to be 13 years old this year. She has decided she likes to be outside and sleeps a...
Your lies, scrutinized by prying eyes.
Your lies, exposed by what you post online.
You can't hide the truth behind false lines.
The truth will surface in its own time.
Be original and honest in what you do.
Stay amazing, stay true, always be you.
Today we celebrate you in our special way.
Where ever you are in the universe, Happy Birthday.
Sending my love and thoughts to you.
I feel you in my heart and I hope you feel me too.
I miss you more with each memory that comes to pass.
I am look at your pictures fading behind the glass.
We miss you now more than ever.
One day closer to together forever.
Sitting outside with the cool summer breeze. The sun still shining just above the mountains. I am going through the photos I have of you. I miss you more and more each day. Your birthday is coming up soon and all I want is to see you celebrate another year. All I have left of you are pictures and videos stored on my phone and in the cloud. I share them with the kids from time to time. We talk about the good times we had with you. My heart breaks for them. We all miss you. We love you. The summer is not the same without you. We don't have the same kind of fun like we had with you. The days are just long and lonely. You have given the summer time blues new meaning.
My ancestors speak to me through my dreams.
The ancient spirits fill my head with knowledge.
I have seen you again and again while I sleep.
I see where you rest for eternity.
I miss you more as the days go by.
Your lies weigh heavy on my heart.
I can't get you out of my head.
Our souls are connected.
You live again in my dreams.
We lost you so suddenly.
Every night my guides lead me to you.
You live within us.
We miss you, I love you.
The day was hot and heating up with every passing minute. Alone in the shade, sitting on a bench was a man. He sat there cooling himself from the heat of the day. Observing all around him and taking notes. He admired the green grass of the park and watched the people as they dragged along in the heat. Time passed slowly in the midday sun. He saw a gardener maintaining the grounds. He saw the same gardener reach inside of a bush and pull out a briefcase. The gardener examined the case before quickly walking away. The man begins to follow behind the gardener who is now running down a slightly hidden path. He takes chase but before he can reach the gardener both he and the...
They sat together on the couch, watching a movie. His heart was beating fast. When should he tell her? It's never a good time for him to open up. He tries but the words won't come. When he finally gets a word out she interrupts him. It feels like she knows and won't let him say it out loud. He turns to her, nudging her arm. She smiles as she looks into his eyes. He begins to speak when she shushes him. He tries to speak again and she leans in, kissing him. He pushes herp away and finally speaks his truth. She pauses the movie, walks to the door, points and tells him to leave. The sweet feel of freedom on his paws as he relieves himself on his favorite tree.
The lights dimmed over your former vessel.
Lying there, holding a single rose.
A solo guitar player strums away.
Songs are sung for your eternal journey.
A final farewell reunites you with your baby.
Together once more and amongst us always.
You have become one with the universe.
Through all of the recent deaths.
Through the heart breaks.
Through the let downs.
Through the disappointments.
Through the struggles.
I put some good out in the universe.
I donated 14 inches of my hair.
I feel good knowing I helped someone.
My hair is not my own.
I grow it for others.